"Now, children, children!" came sweetly from Sam. "You mustn't quarrel about the dear girls. I know both of you are as much gone as can be. But"
"And how about Grace, Sam?" said Tom. "Didn't I hear you making up some poetry about her yesterday, 'Those limpid eyes and pearly ears, and'"
"Rats, Tom! I don't make up poetry—I leave that to Songbird," interrupted the youngest Rover boy. "Just the same, it will be nice to call on the girls. They'll be looking for us some day this week."
"That's right—and maybe we can give them a little ride," put in Dick Rover.
"Do you remember the ride we gave Dora and Nellie, when we rescued them from Sobber, Crabtree, and the others?" asked Tom.
"Not likely to forget that in a hurry," answered his big brother. "By the way, I wonder when the authorities will try those rascals?"
"Not right away, I'm thinking, Dick," answered Tom. "The law is rather slow up here in these back counties."
"Never mind—they will get what is coming to them sooner or later," was Sam's comment. "Abduction is rather a serious offense."
"Right you are," answered Dick. "And I'll
